It's sad to read the news. Sad, horrifying and generally depressing. The way it's delivered does nothing to uplift the human condition. It's sole purpose, I suspect, is to bring fear, shame and a sense of an imminent apocolyptic demise of the human race to all that digest it. I hate feeding that engine. I don't read the news or watch the news. I don't even give into the temptation of reading the message taped to the leg of the carrier pigeon that landed next to me. In tiny lettering, I saw the letters C.N.N. That was enough; I backed away slowly.
But this morning, due to the overtly large "VENTE" coffee I was consuming (sorry Peet's, I'd rather support you, but the damn line at your Battery/Market location was sooooo long this morning, it would have made me that much more late to work-God knows, I already have enough trouble getting there anywhere near to "on time"), and the extra sugar from the huge piece of sugar cookie I was shoving into my mouth, I somehow stayed too long on MSN's homepage. Didn't proceed right to hotmail, as I usually do.
On no, I stayed long enough to see a pathetic picture of Mr. Jackson, with his crazy cartoon nose and permanently painted on "surprised" eyebrows, on the front page. I had to stay and see what the utterly disturbing image of what once was a man was up to today. You'd think the guy doesn't have it "bad" enough. No. He has to make it worse. He has to get himself issued a warrant for his arrest for his spindley stick ass of a potential weirdo child molestor! Nice going Michael. They are going to send the White Bronco on out for you, repleat with cameras so they can televise the chase.
Citing "back problems" so intense he was at the hospital while missing his court appearance, he has an arrest warrent issued by viper killer judge. Of course, as the bell tolls the one hour Mr. Jackson has left to appear in court, he is seen shuffling in with slippers and pajama bottoms. If only Elizabeth Taylor can see you now! She would faint darling. You have to keep up appearances in the public eye! Oh, so horrifying this display.
Personally, I have no leanings to either side regarding his guilt or innocence. I don't know what he might have done or not. All I know is that he's a recluse (don't blame him), plays with monkeys and small children (whatever, that's open to loads of interpretation, but so is everything) and happens to live on his own private Idaho, Disneyland I mean. I see he loves stuffed animals too. And eye of knewt. I don't know and neither does anyone for that matter. We are silly ass audience members on some stupid gameshow of life. We are fed a load of shit and we get to win prizes to placate the one part of our rational minds that questions the situation. It's such crap.
So, I'm feeling pretty annoyed that ol' Jacko is on display in his jammies, that he totally fucked himself by not appearing in court when he could have just called and that I've dedicated more than just my morning cup of coffee to reflect on one more piece of media hype that has successfully penetrated through the cynicism I have carefully built up.
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